Whispers in the Mountains

The brunette woman stood at the edge of the cliff, her dark hair cascading down her back like a waterfall. She was nude, her curves on full display, but she didn't seem to mind the chill in the air. Her ass was full and round, a thing of beauty, like the rolling hills that surrounded them. She was an Indian beauty, an Indian babe, a goddess among mortals. He watched her from a distance, his heart racing as he took in the sight of her. He had been following her for days, enchanted by her beauty,